Beth sat with her eyes closed, leaning back against the trunk of the ancient oak, her legs spread in a wide, relaxed pose. Beth had taken off her clothes. My eyes opened wide, drinking the vision in deep draughts, afraid to move, thinking I only dreamed a familiar dream. Beth didn’t move and as my arm began to ache, I finally had to, getting up on my knees. My gaze never strayed for an instant.
Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov